Film noir elements in enema fantasies

The more I read on this site, the more excited I get.... Wait! That wasn't my point! The more I read, the more I realize other people don't seem to have "film noir" elements in their fantasies. Watch a bunch of 40's movies if you don't know what I mean. Like, mystery, danger, hidden stuff. Like, I'm out on a date with a gorgeous and slightly mysterious girl I don't know very well; she takes me to a private club, but we don't get past the reception desk. We're quickly dragged into the office, and beyond into a holding area supervised by a very authoritative woman in her forties. She stands inches from my date's flushed face, and they have a tremendous whispered argument, that I can't make out at all. Finally the woman spits out furious orders. My beautiful but fragile date is dragged off behind a thin partition, between two attendants, and I am pushed into a chair. But I can hear what they're doing to her. Etc. There's a lot of groaning involved. Of course there's lots spanking, bondage, and enemas in store for both of us, and I know a lot of people on this site would share that part of my fantasy, but I suspect I'm pretty much out on my own in terms of being stimulated by the dark mysterious aspect of my fantasies. Or am I?

Sphinx...You may be in the minority with this flavor, but certainly not alone. My enema fantasies are riddled with dark elements and these thoughts often surface when watching vintage black and white films about crazy doctors and mad scientists. The helpless heroine about to be injected with something makes me wish it was an enema and not a hypodermic. One of the most atmospheric films I have ever seen was 'Murders In The Rue Morgue' with Bela Lugosi as Dr. Mirakle. It seems that the good Dr. was attempting to find the missing link between humans and apes by injecting apes blood into kidnapped 'ladies of the street'. Now what idiot Dr. would believe

that this is how women conceive. In my fantasy the doctor would be wielding a large glass enema syringe filled with whitish fluid and sporting a large black douche nozzle. It would never have passed the censors, but the mind is certainly open to all thoughts.

Hey, einlauf! Groovy! Have you posted any fantasies? I never manage to capture mine very well in words. Sounds like we have similar tastes, though. For sure!!

Actually Sphinx, I haven't. Although I did reveal, who I wanted an enema from on a thread about receiving enemas from celebrities. Of course these celebrity ladies were in their prime during the 1940's and 1950's.

I'm not sure if you are familiar with the men's 'pulp' magazines like 'Dime Mystery' and 'Spicy Mystery' that were popular during the 30's. The covers usually depicted a scantilly clad damsel in distress, menaced by a brute or some wacky doctor. These covers came from paintings rendered by professional artists such as Baumhoffer, Saunders and de Soto and originals of their work can realize upward to $500,000. Just looking at them conjurs up stories in my mind of ladies getting threatened with red bulb syringes or clyster pumps. Unfortunately, none of these covers ever dealt with enema or douching scenes, but some came close, showing sinister laboratories along with suspended globes and dangling rubber hoses. The rest was left to the imagination. If I was a better artist, I would alter some of these gems by adding the enema and douche element into some of the more spicy scenes.